The walk through the streets was a slow pace. Saemon's feet seemed to drag all on their own. They were just as dreaded as the rest of him to meet his destination point. And the majority of the walk would be accompanied by silence. Any attempt at conversation would die in his throat, never making it up to his tongue and certainly not passed the teeth and lips.
He walked with Kitanai for some time, passing into the nicer part of the Grand Palais's residential district. The area was very habitable and probably the most expensive housing in the poorer district. All the houses had at least 2 bedrooms, which was a luxury for the economically challenged, and the one he finally turned toward had at least three. There was nothing of a front yard as most of the houses in the area, and nothing to make this small, albeit nice, house stand out. The shades were drawn and it looked almost as if no one was at home.
This was not the case. With a dry feeling in his mouth, the jounin walked up to the door and knocked three times. Kitanai would be on his left side so when the door cracked open, Saemon would be the first person whoever that was inside would see first.
There was some loud bustling noises within the building, the sound of someone tripping on something bottle-like (which clattered on the floor) then finally the handle jiggled. Saemon held his breath..
"Ya, who are you, huh?" The person at the door, who only opened it a 6 or so inches to peer through was an ugly looking man with a heavyset middle and a bald top. He was probably near 40, but looked closer to 50. The nasty expression on his face and the way he looked the much taller Saemon up and down caused the shinobi's eyes to narrow.
"I'm here to see my mother."
Apparantly the man didn't believe him at first and he said stupidly, "Ya then what's her name?"
Gritting his teeth, Saemon slipped his hand into Kitanai's smaller one. She was like an electrical ground for him and he was the live current. He had, had enough today that dealing with some fat stranger wasn't on his list. "Tsumi. Now get the fuck out of her house or I'll rip your balls off."
Whatever the man was going to say, which was a lot seeing as his face was turning a nasty shade of red, did not make it out as another voice called out from within. The female voice was excited and slurring a little. "Futome, move, that's my boy!" The man scowled but moved aside to open the door all the way and let Saemon in.
He hadn't noticed Kitanai before and suddenly smiled wide, as if his huge, bare pot belly and saggy pants were something a woman of her caliber would even be interested in. Unwilling to put up with the man a second longer, Saemon grabbed the man by the back of his neck when he was busy starting at Kit's 'eyes' and tossed him out the door. He rolled heavily over the small porch and landed in a heap on the stone ground outside. Whatever outrage he was about to toss out, Saemon didn't care for or listen to. He shut the door behind him and that was that.
The woman standing inside was giving Saemon what she thought was a disappointed look, but it came off more like constipation for the amount of liquor she had in her system. Her bony hands were propped on her hips and her body half cocked to the right, but the second her eyes connected with Kiti's and Saemon's joined hands, those same digits flew up to her purple colored lips. "Oh Saemon, love, who is this bea-u-tiful young lady you have with you? Please tell me she's your wife! Or wait no, you wouldn't not invite your mother to your wedding. Your fiance then?" her babbling mouth was matched with watery eyes.
It was all Saemon could do not to sigh too loudly and kept holding her hand, unless she wanted to let go.
[ooc
Sae's mother, she is 41.
She's about 5'10" and wears clothing more suited to a horny 15 year old girl. Right now she has on a ripped up, pink shirt with no bra and a lime green mini skirt that hugs so tightly nothing is left to the imagination. She's in okay condition for her age, save the drunkenness and the poorly delivered make-up scheme. She's also maybe 110 lbs, making her look rail thin and fragile.]
He walked with Kitanai for some time, passing into the nicer part of the Grand Palais's residential district. The area was very habitable and probably the most expensive housing in the poorer district. All the houses had at least 2 bedrooms, which was a luxury for the economically challenged, and the one he finally turned toward had at least three. There was nothing of a front yard as most of the houses in the area, and nothing to make this small, albeit nice, house stand out. The shades were drawn and it looked almost as if no one was at home.
This was not the case. With a dry feeling in his mouth, the jounin walked up to the door and knocked three times. Kitanai would be on his left side so when the door cracked open, Saemon would be the first person whoever that was inside would see first.
There was some loud bustling noises within the building, the sound of someone tripping on something bottle-like (which clattered on the floor) then finally the handle jiggled. Saemon held his breath..
"Ya, who are you, huh?" The person at the door, who only opened it a 6 or so inches to peer through was an ugly looking man with a heavyset middle and a bald top. He was probably near 40, but looked closer to 50. The nasty expression on his face and the way he looked the much taller Saemon up and down caused the shinobi's eyes to narrow.
"I'm here to see my mother."
Apparantly the man didn't believe him at first and he said stupidly, "Ya then what's her name?"
Gritting his teeth, Saemon slipped his hand into Kitanai's smaller one. She was like an electrical ground for him and he was the live current. He had, had enough today that dealing with some fat stranger wasn't on his list. "Tsumi. Now get the fuck out of her house or I'll rip your balls off."
Whatever the man was going to say, which was a lot seeing as his face was turning a nasty shade of red, did not make it out as another voice called out from within. The female voice was excited and slurring a little. "Futome, move, that's my boy!" The man scowled but moved aside to open the door all the way and let Saemon in.
He hadn't noticed Kitanai before and suddenly smiled wide, as if his huge, bare pot belly and saggy pants were something a woman of her caliber would even be interested in. Unwilling to put up with the man a second longer, Saemon grabbed the man by the back of his neck when he was busy starting at Kit's 'eyes' and tossed him out the door. He rolled heavily over the small porch and landed in a heap on the stone ground outside. Whatever outrage he was about to toss out, Saemon didn't care for or listen to. He shut the door behind him and that was that.
The woman standing inside was giving Saemon what she thought was a disappointed look, but it came off more like constipation for the amount of liquor she had in her system. Her bony hands were propped on her hips and her body half cocked to the right, but the second her eyes connected with Kiti's and Saemon's joined hands, those same digits flew up to her purple colored lips. "Oh Saemon, love, who is this bea-u-tiful young lady you have with you? Please tell me she's your wife! Or wait no, you wouldn't not invite your mother to your wedding. Your fiance then?" her babbling mouth was matched with watery eyes.
It was all Saemon could do not to sigh too loudly and kept holding her hand, unless she wanted to let go.
[ooc
Sae's mother, she is 41.